Page 63 of Buckle Up, Buttercup

“Be good for me then, baby,” she says in a confident, sexy voice.

Sparks of her magic flutter along my wing bones until the heat is almost too much for me to take. Somehow the pain just amps my lust and need. Maybe it was the earlier tease. Maybe it’s just knowing we can do whatever we want for a single night…no one to interrupt us or need us for something. No one to burst in my door and demand my time.

“Bluebell,” I moan. “Finish that and let me kiss you.”

“Hush,” she whispers, running her fingers along my wings. Up and down. Across and over and up again until I’m groaning into the soft sheets, clutching them in my fingers as I resist the urge to roll over and toss her down.

Take her.

Please her.

Keep her.

Feed her and do it all again.

I’d swear my heart is throbbing in my chest but I know it can’t be…not until a mating bite happens. Still, that sensation of pounding inside me intensifies.

The refrains repeat in my mind as her soft, warm breath ghosts along the back of my wing. Magic slips beneath my skin, running like a faintly warm river along my bones and into the sore spot where that damn minotaur crashed into me.

“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Just relax, baby.”

“More, please,” I beg.

She huffs out a quiet laugh and slides upward until her hips are nestled at my lower back, her knees just beneath the lowest part of my wing. One hand moves to the middle of my back, and she uses that to prop herself up while her right hand feels further along my wing. Soft spells punctuate the air as she works her magic on the injury.

By the time she’s done, I’m sweating and panting into the sheets, desperate for more. I know better than to interrupt Bluebell in the middle of her work, though. It’s not like she hasn’t healed injuries before. It’s just never been like this, at a time where she came to me for something else entirely.

She grabs my wing and stretches it out, patting the middle of my back with her left hand. “Open your wing fully, big guy. How’s that feel?”

“Big boy,” I correct. “I like it when you call me that. I wanna be your big boy, Bluebell.”

Her tone drops low with her next command. “Open that wing for me, big boy. I want to see how huge and pretty it is.”

Gasping, I push onto my forearms so my back hits her chest, stretching my right wing out. She hums a happy sound and runs her right hand over the warm bones. Sparks of heat travel from my bones to my spine and down to my lower back.

“I think you need a little bit more work,” she says in a throaty tone. “Flip over for me, Hadrian.”

Brain running on lust-fueled fumes, I carefully roll to my back and hang my wings off the bed so I can stare up at her. Bluebell nips her lower lip as her eyes scan down my figure.

Bright blue eyes flick to mine, and her lips curl upward. “I’m gonna give you a little massage, and I want you to hold real still for me, alright?”

I lift a brow. “I’d stick around after games a whole lot longer if you were doing this every time.”

She shrugs as she pushes my shirt up and undoes my jeans. Patting my hip, she looks back at me. “Hips up, help me get these off.”

I follow direction dutifully, kicking the sweats down my thighs. My erection strains against the front of my briefs, a hard bar that makes it obvious how fucking attracted I am to her.

“This part would be awkward if you worked for the team but weren’t mine,” I say with a laugh, pointing to my cock.

“Or sexy,” she counters. Leaning down, she draws her blue hair over one shoulder and closes her mouth around the tip of my dick, sucking softly. Heat shreds through me, and I hiss as I rock my hips to meet that sensual touch.

“Mmm,” she hums as she drags her open mouth down my length, tracing each piercing with the tip of her tongue.

I watch with fascination as the woman I’ve loved from afar laves at me like she can’t get enough. It’s every fantasy I’ve ever had, every fantasy I could ever summon—wrapped up right here. She’s here. Finally.

“More,” I moan. “Let me feel every inch of you, Bluebell.”

She chuckles around a mouthful of fabric-covered cock, smiling as she bites at the underside of me, careful with the piercings. The way her movements tug at the bits of metal has me ready to come, dripping so hard, I’m soaking the front of my briefs. My abs flex beneath my skin as she pulls the waistband down, slowly revealing my cock.